Herdsmen or hard-men?
Who are these that slay without restraint?
Who are these that thirst for blood?
Who are these that plunder the land?
Their herds destroy our land
Turning fields of greens to grounds of ruins
And giving our farms the semblance of siege
As if to say the locusts had stricken
Their hearts abhor our princely heads
They disdain our natural rights to life
They rebuke with the whip of death
Our courage to query their heinous deeds
At their might miles of farmland were thrashed
In their hands many a soul have ceased to breathe
Villages were razed and races abortedThese are not herdsmen but hard-men, the enemies of mankind.